Sue him.
Ethan liked flirting with a bear.
Later, if he was lucky, he’d be mauled.
In a good way.
With his lips by Gene’s ear, he said one thing.
“Tala is fully ready to be your sex slave, and give you anything you want this entire week. I mean anything, Daddy.”
The second he said that, Gene didn’t know whether he should start singing showtunes and thanking the universe he was gay as fuck, or get on his knees and pray to the blessed baby Jesus and his momma, Mary.
The vacation was a gift, and now this was an even bigger one.
Oh.
Holy.
Shit.
He was getting a sexy bottom for the whole vacation. That was the gift that would keep on giving.
Gene’s mouth went dry, and he couldn’t even think straight. All he could picture was Tala riding him, and the pleasure it was going to be when they were sweaty, dirty, and cum covered.
And that was happening in any freaking order.
Now, this was a vacation.
There was nothing stressing them out as all of their cases were closed.
Gabriel Rothschild, their dick boss, believed that Ethan was heading back toDamascusto visit his family, and Gene was on his way to the Midwest to see his parents’ farm, and the family.
But they weren’t.
Not.
Even.
Close.
For Christmas, Ethan had gifted his lover a vacation to Puerto Rico, and they were going to maximize the fun. From today until a week from today, they were all play and no work.
And by play, both men hoped it was off-the-charts hot. For Blackhawk, the idea of his big bear all over him was appealing.
After the case where he’d gotten dosed with Snow, there was nothing to hold back.
All the lines had been crossed, the I’s dotted, and the T’s scribbled out.
He and Gene had been under the influence, and now, his ass was broken in.
Thankfully.
Gene, his lover, could take him as much as he could take Gene.
And he couldn’t wait.
They’d been busy the last few weeks babysitting Corbin, and that put a damper on the sex.
